Whiles thou, a moral fool, sit'st still and criest 'Alack, why does he so ?' Alb. See thyself, devil! 60 Proper deformity shows not in the fiend Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame, They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Gon. Marry, your manhood mew. Enter a Messenger. Alb. What news? Mess. O, my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead; Slain by his servant, going to put out The other eye of Gloucester. Alb. Gloucester's eyes! Mess. A servant that he bred, thrill'd with remorse, To his great master; who, thereat enraged, Alb. Mess. Both, both, my lord. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer; 'Tis from your sister. Gon. [Aside] One way I like this well; But being widow, and my Gloucester with her, 71 80 Upon my hateful life: another way, The news is not so tart.-I'll read, and answer. [Exit. Alb. Where was his son when they did take his eyes? Mess. Come with my lady hither. Alb. He is not here. 90 Mess. No, my good lord; I met him back again. Alb. Knows he the wickedness? Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd against him; And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment Might have the freer course. Kent. Why the King of France is so suddenly gone back know you the reason? Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his coming forth is thought of; which imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger, that his personal return was most required and necessary. Kent. Who hath he left behind him general? Gent. The Marshal of France, Monsieur La Far. Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief? ΙΟ Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my presence; And now and then an ample tear trill'd down Her delicate cheek: it seem'd she was a queen Over her passion; who, most rebel like, Sought to be king o'er her. Kent. O, then it moved her. Gent. Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove If all could so become it. Kent. 20 Made she no verbal question? Gent. Faith, once or twice she heaved the name of 'father' Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart; Cried Sisters! sisters! Shame of ladies! sisters! Kent! father! sisters! What, i' the storm? i' the night? The stars above us, govern our conditions; Else one self mate and mate could not beget Such different issues. You spoke not with her since? Gent. No. Kent. Was this before the king return'd? Gent. No, since. 30 Kent. Well, sir, the poor distress'd Lear 's i' the town; Who sometime in his better tune remembers What we are come about, and by no means Will yield to see his daughter. Gent. Why, good sir? 40 Kent. A sovereign shame so elbows him: his own un kindness, That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights To his dog-hearted daughters, these things sting His mind so venomously, that burning shame Gent. Alack, poor gentleman! Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's powers you heard not? Gent. 'Tis so, they are afoot. Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear, 5C When I am known aright, you shall not grieve SCENE IV. The same. A tent. [Exeunt. Enter, with drum and colours, CORDELIA, Doctor, Cor. Alack, 'tis he: why, he was met even now Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, In our sustaining corn. A century send forth; And bring him to our eye. [Exit an Officer.] What can man's wisdom In the restoring his bereaved sense? He that helps him take all my outward worth. Doct. There is means, madam : Our foster-nurse of nature is repose, The which he lacks; that to provoke in him, Cor. All blest secrets, All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth, ΙΟ Lest his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life Mess. Enter a Messenger. News, madam; 20 The British powers are marching hitherward. Cor. 'Tis known before; our preparation stands In expectation of them. O dear father, It is thy business that I go about; Therefore great France My mourning and important tears hath pitied. But love, dear love, and our aged father's right: SCENE V. Gloucester's castle. Enter REGAN and OSWALD. [Exeunt. Reg. But are my brother's powers set forth? Osw. Reg. Himself in person there? Your sister is the better soldier. Ay, madam. Madam, with much ado: Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home? Reg. What might import my sister's letter to him? Reg. Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. It was great ignorance, Gloucester's eyes being out, In pity of his misery, to dispatch His nighted life; moreover, to descry The strength o' the enemy. Osw. I must needs after him, madam, with my letter. 10 |